Gwynn didn’t move at all.

They merely stared at each other underneath the neon lights.

It felt as if she was staring at a dream. It was the kind of dream she used to fantasize about when she was young. The sight brought tears to her eyes. She almost lost control of her emotions and had a meltdown when she walked over to him.

The tips of their toes were but a few inches apart from each other.

They were standing very close to each other.

There was nothing but love and affection in his eyes when he stared at them. He spoke as if he was soothing a younger lady. “You’re just the same as when you were a little over twenty years old. Such a crybaby.”

Raising her head, she glanced at him. Love and hatred blended in her eyes.

He repeated himself, “It’s time to go home, Gwynn!”

He wasn’t talking about his villa. No, he was referring to her apartment. From here on out, his home was wherever she was.

Perhaps she wasn’t his wife.

However, he belonged to her, physically and spiritual